And this often ends with her trying to claw her way out of a high chair or bouncy seat, visibly unhappy. See image 2.
So, she often ends up seated comfortably in my lap (see image 3) as I attempt to type the novel that will hopefully help pay for the childcare necessary to write more than a paragraph at a time.
And no, those aren't bon bons, they are actually Toll House chocolate chips. John ate the last of the bon bons last night during Gossip Girl.